The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 ページ |
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... lady . To thine and Albany's issue Be this perpetual . - What says our second daughter , Our dearest Regan , wife to Cornwall ? Speak . Reg . I am made of that self metal as my sister , And prize me at her worth.5 In my true heart 1 A ...
... lady . To thine and Albany's issue Be this perpetual . - What says our second daughter , Our dearest Regan , wife to Cornwall ? Speak . Reg . I am made of that self metal as my sister , And prize me at her worth.5 In my true heart 1 A ...
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... lady ? Love is not love , 1 In the phraseology of Shakspeare's age , that and as were convert- ible words . The uncommon verb to monster occurs again in Corio- lanus . 2 The former affection which you professed for her must become the ...
... lady ? Love is not love , 1 In the phraseology of Shakspeare's age , that and as were convert- ible words . The uncommon verb to monster occurs again in Corio- lanus . 2 The former affection which you professed for her must become the ...
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... lady's going into France , sir , the fool hath much pined away . 1 By jealous curiosity , Lear appears to mean a punctilious jealousy , resulting from a scrupulous watchfulness of his own dignity . See the second note on the first scene ...
... lady's going into France , sir , the fool hath much pined away . 1 By jealous curiosity , Lear appears to mean a punctilious jealousy , resulting from a scrupulous watchfulness of his own dignity . See the second note on the first scene ...
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... lady's father . Lear . My lady's father ! my lord's knave ; you whoreson dog ! you slave ! you cur ! Stew . I am none of this , my lord ; I beseech pardon me . you . Lear . Do you bandy1 looks with me , you rascal ? [ Striking him ...
... lady's father . Lear . My lady's father ! my lord's knave ; you whoreson dog ! you slave ! you cur ! Stew . I am none of this , my lord ; I beseech pardon me . you . Lear . Do you bandy1 looks with me , you rascal ? [ Striking him ...
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... lady , the brach , 5 may stand by the fire , and stink . Lear . A pestilent gall to me ! Fool . Sirrah , I'll teach thee a speech . Lear . Do. Fool . Mark it , nuncle : - Have more than thou showest , Speak less than thou knowest , Lend ...
... lady , the brach , 5 may stand by the fire , and stink . Lear . A pestilent gall to me ! Fool . Sirrah , I'll teach thee a speech . Lear . Do. Fool . Mark it , nuncle : - Have more than thou showest , Speak less than thou knowest , Lend ...
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306 ページ - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
208 ページ - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
456 ページ - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
331 ページ - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
72 ページ - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
13 ページ - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
349 ページ - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
431 ページ - Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
133 ページ - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
169 ページ - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...